by Madison Faye
“Be a good girl and come for me, Anastasia,” he growls. “Come for your teacher like a bad little girl. Come on my fucking tongue and all over my desk. And every goddamn time I sit here for the rest of the year, when I look at you over it, I want you to remember that your sweet little pussy came all the fuck over it for me.”
He groans and moves back in, mercilessly teasing my clit over and over and over again, and when he sucks it between his lips again and circles it with his tongue, and groans into me, I’m done.
And I explode.
I throw my head back and almost scream in pleasure, the cry of ecstasy tumbling from my lips as my hips buck against his mouth. The orgasm—and one that is infinitely more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt with my own hands—explodes through me, pushing the air from my lungs, arching my back and my butt off the desk against his mouth, and blurring the edges of my sanity. I moan again and again, writhing on his desk, bucking against his mouth over and over, until with on last little spasm of pleasure, I whimper and melt across his desk.
My whole body is shaking and trembling when he catches me, pulling me up so that I’m sitting on the edge of his desk, panting and shaking. Heat flushes through my face, and I can feel a lingering throb of pleasure pulsing between my legs. Oliver stands, his face a mask of lust as he cups my face and crushes his lips to mine.
I freeze for one second at the taste of myself on his lips, and then I’m kissing him right back, eagerly and hungrily tasting myself on his tongue.
“Professor Bard,” I gasp, whimpering as he kisses me fiercely. “That… that…”
“That was just the beginning,” he groans, pulling back, his eyes blazing into mine.
“I’ve been waiting far too long to get my hands on you, Anastasia,” he purrs quietly, holding my gaze fiercely. “And now that I’ve got you, I’m not even close to being done with you.”
Our lips crush together again, and I moan as he starts to tug at the buttons of my uniform blouse.
“I’ll never be done with you,” he growls quietly. “Ever.”
4
Oliver
I’m fucking lost as I kiss her. Lost, unhinged, and insane, and the feeling of all three together is like a rush through my chest. Kissing her feels like perfection. It feels like exactly what I was put on this earth to do. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop now.
My hand drifts to her neck, gripping it gently but firmly as I kiss her. Anastasia moans wildly, kissing me even fiercer, and the fire roars through me.
…She likes giving me the control. It’s not just that she’s inexperienced, and willing to let me take the lead. She wants the loss of control. She loves it. This isn’t some sick power thing where I’m forcing her. She genuinely is into me taking charge. And she’s fucking wet because of it.
I growl as I let one hand slide back between her legs, and when I stroke my fingers through her sticky, slippery cunt, she moans as she kisses me harder.
I was telling the truth before, about going home and smelling her candy pussy on her panties. That scent has lingered in my senses, hounding me, chasing me like an addiction I can’t get a fix for. But now, she’s right here, and I can taste to my heart’s content. I slide my hand from between her legs, and I pull away from her lips to wrap mine around a slick finger and suck it clean right in front of her.
Anastasia moans, biting her lip and whimpering as she watches me lick her cum from my finger. Jesus Christ, she’s so fucking sweet, like goddamn candy. I grunt as I lick my finger totally clean. Fuck, I want the taste of her on my tongue always. For breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Dessert.
I want the taste of her sticky little virgin pussy as a fucking coffee creamer.
My hand slides back down, teasing her pussy again as she whimpers in pleasure, before I bring it back up. And this time, it’s her lips I bring it to. Anastasia trembles, panting heavily, her face bright red and her blue eyes wide. And slowly, licking her lips, she parts and then slides them down over my finger.
Fuck, I’m going straight to hell.
Legal or not, teasing me or not, this is fucked. This is wrong. Eighteen or not, she’s a student. A fucking high school student. My fucking high school student. My mind flickers to public shaming and ruin. To charges. To prison bars. To wondering if Mr. Penworth owns a shotgun. But then my eyes focus on her, and her alone, and the rest of it melts away.
Nothing else matters but her, and nothing in this world would ever keep me from her.
“Do you want more, baby girl?” I growl lowly, my cock straining so tightly at the front of my slacks as my balls swell and tingle for release. And slowly, Anastasia nods.
“Yes,” she whispers heatedly, gasping as I start to undo more and more of the buttons on her blouse. It falls apart, and my eyes drop to the front clasp of her flimsy, white, lacy bra.
“Yes?”
She blushes, a whimper escaping her lips as my finger teases down between the valley of her pert, soft, full breasts to linger at the clasp.
“Yes, sir.”
I groan as she says it, my cock throbbing as I pop the clasp to her bra, freeing her perky tits. Soft, creamy, capped with puffy pink nipples that make my fucking mouth water.
“You want me to teach you what happens to bad girls at detention?”
Anastasia whimpers again, nodding. I lean in, letting my lips brush her earlobe.
“On your knees, baby girl,” I purr.
She moans, and her mouth sears to mine as she kisses me hungrily, melting against me. She pulls away, kissing down my chin as she slowly drops down to her knees in front of me. Her hands tremble as they reach for my belt, and she struggles with it a little before I grin and reach down to help. I pull my belt free, then the button of my pants before she pushes my hands away, like she wants to prove something, and reaches for my zipper. She tugs it down, panting, her eyes wide as she peels my slacks away. Her eyes land on the big bulge in my black boxer briefs, and she gasps quietly.
I watch, groaning, my cock pulsing as her small hands slide up my thighs, up to the waist of my briefs. She tugs them down, her little pink tongue wetting her lips and her chest rising and falling as she peels them down, exposing more and more of my thick, throbbing shaft. She coos softly, her eyes so fucking wide and her jaw dropping, until suddenly, my thick cock springs free of my briefs.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, her jaw dropping as she stares at my cock.
“You’ve never seen another one?”
She swallows, shaking her head. “No.”
I groan. I didn’t think she had, even with that whole bad girl act of leaving her panties in my drawer. She might be stone cold gorgeous, and sexy as sin, and blonde, and beautiful, with the varsity cheer team body and the pouty “fuck-me” lips. But there’s an innocence there I can smell a mile away. “Virgin” was basically flashing on a neon sign over her head, but I’d considered the idea that she’d at least explored with some little shit-stain of a boy at some point.
…Apparently, I was wrong.
Part of that look in her eyes is because mine is the first cock she’s laid eyes on. But the other part is that I am not a small man, there. My thick, long, fat cock throbs and pulses heavily in the air between us, and she moans softly as she lets her eyes drink it in. Her hand reaches up, tentatively pausing before she swallows, takes a breath, and bring her hand the rest of the way.
I grunt as her fingers wrap as far around my shaft as they can, and when she gives me a slow, teasing, exploratory stroke up and down, I moan in pleasure, my muscles tightening. She looks up into my eyes, and I melt. She’s so fucking pretty on her knees, hand on my cock, tits out, plaid skirt bunched up around her waist, pretty pink lips wide open and ready, and her hair in those teasing little pigtails. It’s so fucking wrong, but damn if my cock doesn’t get even harder with her looking at me like that.
She leans forward, opens her mouth, holds my gaze, and slowly sinks her lips down over my swollen crown.
…And I groan.
The pleasure hisses from my lips, my balls drawing up and my jaw clenching as Anastasia wraps her lips right around my shaft. I can feel her tongue exploring me—licking and teasing and tasting my throbbing cock as she starts to suck. She moans so eagerly, bobbing her lips up and down the first few inches of my cock wetly.
And it. Is. Heaven.
It’s clearly her first time, but fuck is she into it. She moans so eagerly, stroking me as she bobs her mouth up and down. She moans wetly around my head, squirming and squeezing her thighs together as she slurps on my big dick. Her soft little lips drag up and down, her tongue swirling in circles over the head, and I want to come so fucking bad.
But not yet. Not before I really make her mine.
My balls swell with cum, and I can feel myself start to lose control—I want to hold her by the hair and fuck that sweet little mouth until I come all over her tongue. But somehow, I hold back. Somehow, I manage to stay in control, and I somehow discover the wherewithal to pull her away from my cock.
She’s gasping and panting, her lips swollen and her eyes wild as I pull my glistening cock from her pouty, wet mouth. I groan, wrapping a hand around my cock and pulling it away from her as I fight to stay in control.
“Was that… was that okay?”
“Fuck, Anastasia,” I groan, gritting my teeth. “Baby girl, that was too good.”
She grins, blushing. “And what if I wasn’t done with you?”
And before I can say another word, she’s dropped her mouth lower, to my heavy, cum-filled balls. I hiss in pleasure as she sucks gently on them, kissing my swollen balls and letting her tongue dart out to tease across them.
“Just like that, Ms. Penworth,” I groan, watching the eager, hungry, impish grin on her lips as she teasingly tongues my balls. I grunt, pleasure blazing through me before I pull her up and into my arms. I kiss her fiercely and hungrily as my hands grab her tight little ass and lift her up onto the edge of my desk again. My muscled thighs spread hers wide, moving between them and making her moan as I drag my swollen head up and down her slippery, glistening pink pussy lips.
…Fuck me, I could come just from this, without even sliding into her.
I slowly fist my cock as I push it through her folds, sliding it higher to let the thick crown brush over her clit. Anastasia moans, and I’m so fucking close to just pushing in and sliding my cock to the hilt in her eager little virgin pussy, before I hold myself back a moment, blinking back into reality.
“Anastasia,” I say quietly. Her eyes dart to mine, her gaze wild.
“We can go somewhere,” I purr. “Somewhere nicer than a classroom for this.”
But Anastasia just shakes head, biting her lip as she holds my gaze.
“No,” she says quietly. “Nowhere else.”
She leans in, kissing me eagerly as I shove her blouse and bra down her arms.
“I want you, Professor Bard,” she moans softly. “And I want you here, please.”
“You want me to fuck you here?” I growl. “You want my fat cock to stretch open your little cunt for the first time, and fuck you like a bad girl right here across your professor’s desk?”
Anastasia whimpers, and I grunt as I tease my thick head over her clit, feeling her smooth legs wrap around my waist.
“I’m too old for you,” I growl.
“No, you’re not.”
“And you’re far too young for me.”
“Am I?” she whispers. “Then why haven’t you stopped?”
I groan, bruising my lips to hers.
“Because I’m weak with you, Anastasia,” I groan. “Because I can’t fucking stop with you.”
I push my hips forward, letting my swollen head nudge over her clit, feeling her soft, slippery lips kissing the underside of my rock-hard cock. I keep teasing her clit, again and again, my cock leaking sticky white precum all over her as I move faster over her clit. I kiss her hard and deep, swallowing her moans until suddenly, I feel her tense against me and then shudder as the small orgasm tingles through her.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, clinging to me and moaning for more as I nudge my head lower. I press into her, sliding my eager, swollen cock just a little inside, and she cries out, clawing at my arms.
“Tell me you want this, baby girl,” I hiss—one final glance over the edge before the fall.
Anastasia leans in to me, undoing my tie and the top few buttons of my dress shirt. She kisses me while she does it, and when she’s done, she pulls away, kissing her way to my jaw.
“I want you to fuck me, Professor Bard,” she all but whispers, her voice breathless and her eyes wild as they lock onto me.
“I want you to fuck me exactly how you want to.”
I groan, my lips searing to hers.
“Good girl,” I growl, teasing her clit. And I’m about to slide right into that pure, slick heaven between her legs, when I suddenly hear the sound footsteps coming down the hall.
Our eyes dart to one another, and her face pales. The footsteps grow louder, and when they stop right outside my classroom door, I swear under my breath.
“Anastasia—”
It happens so fast that I barely even register it. Anastasia gasps, darting under my damn desk just as I manage to drop to my chair and wheel it in close to the desk with my legs under it just before the door swings wide open.
5
Anastasia
“Oliver! You’re here late.”
My heart is racing, and there’s a ringing in my ears, but I can still recognize the woman’s voice as she enters the room as belonging to Vice Principle Lyne. Adrenaline and fear and this rushing sensation flood my body as I sit there under Oliver’s desk on my knees—my shirt wide open, my skirt pulled up, and my panties… somewhere?
I cringe, hoping to God they’re not sitting on his freaking desk or something. On the plus side, his desk has a front to it, which means I’m totally hidden beneath it. The other plus is that his thick cock is still out, throbbing and rock hard as it juts from his lap under the desk, barely a foot from me. I bite my lip, watching the little trickle of white precum leak from his swollen head to run down his shaft.
“Detention,” Professor Bard says gruffly, clearing his throat. “It just let out, actually.”
Vice Principle Lyne laughs this forced-sounding, but musical laugh.
“Ahh yes, your famous midnight detention.”
She giggles, and I can imagine those perfect white teeth of hers flashing from behind perfectly painted, full lips. Winchester’s Vice Principle is in her early thirties, and is totally and utterly gorgeous, in that kind of James Bond villainess way—dark, long tumbling locks of hair. Perfectly smoky blue eyes, perfect teeth, perfect tits, a butt half the girls on the cheer squad would commit murder for. And despite being frosty as fuck and a permanent ice-queen of a bitch, at least two-thirds of the guys at Winchester lust over her, daily.
She laughs again, and I hear her walk over to Oliver’s desk.
“It’s so old-school of you, Oliver.”
Professor Bard laughs a thin laugh. “Well, what can I say, I’m an old-school guy.”
“Such a task-master,” Ms. Lyne purrs out with a flirty giggle. My jaw sets, and my eyes suddenly narrow.
“I have to say, I love a man who can lay down the law and keep a firm grip on things.”
My jaw drops. Is she fucking flirting with him?
The thought burns through my mind, making me see red.
“Anything I can help you with, Kelly?” Oliver says evenly, ignoring her flirty comment.
“Oh, I just saw your light on and wanted to come check in on my favorite new teacher before I left. But, since I have you…” Ms. Lyne giggles. “What do you think?”
“Of?”
She laughs again, and I hear the small creek of her sitting on the side of his desk. Oliver’s body stiffens. Considering his cock is out, that he’s got a half-naked senior under his desk, and that his boss is sitting right in front of him, I don’t blame
him.
“Of my outfit!”
I scowl as I hear her stand again, and under the thin space between the bottom of the desk and the floor, I see her spotless running shoes dance in a little circle as she gives a little twirl.
Oliver clears his throat. “It’s great, Kelly.”
“Thanks! They just opened a twenty-four-hour gym in my building, so I’m going to start getting a workout in before bed every night. Top isn’t too tight, is it?”
I can practically hear her claws sliding out and into him, and my lips pull back in a snarl as I see red. She’s certainly flirting, hard, and with what’s mine.
Screw that.
I know it’s insane, and pushing it way too far considering what would happen if she realized what all was hiding under the desk. But, the more she shamelessly flirts with him, the more I feel this possessive, fierce ownership of him. It’s like we’re animals out on the Savannah, and I need to mark what’s mine. I reach out, and when my fingers slide over his still-hard cock, Oliver groans, loudly.
“You okay?”
“Oh, yeah, yeah…” he grunts, his hand dating under the desk to push mine away. But I don’t let him, not at all. I just keep stroking as I lean forward and let my breath tease over his thick head.
“You know, you should come join me some time.”
“Pardon?”
Ms. Lyne laughs flirtatiously again, which sets of my jealous, possessive rage again. Only this time, I know exactly how to channel it.
…I sink my mouth over Oliver’s big cock, and I suck.
“My gym! You could come work out with me sometime.”
Bitch.
I suck even harder, swirling my tongue around his crown as I greedily slurp more of him into the back of my throat. I can feel him tensing, and I hear the barely contained grunt from his lips as his thick cock swells in my mouth. He reaches under the desk again, trying to push me away from him, but I knock his hands away as I hum quietly on his cock.
